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buckets-and-trees · 9 months

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Late Night Quickie

Fandom: MCU Collection: SHIELD Gaming AU Title: Late Night Quickie Characters/Pairings: Joaquin Torres x Natasha Romanoff Word Count: 1.2k

Summary: It's still all hands on deck around the clock as time is running our for SHIELD to finish implementing an industry-changing element into the version of The Avengers they're about to send in for game approval before the beta test can be launched soon at PAX East. But Bucky and his game tester aren't the only ones at SHIELD entangled in a very satisfying side quest...

Content Warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, praise, dacryphilia, age gap (Nat is 10 years Joaquin's senior)

Logistical Notes: Third tick for my Bingo Card in @the-slumberparty's August/September Challenge with B2: "Clothes on Sex." Same universe as Perfectionists and Test Play but can be read as a standalone - all you need to know is Steve, Bucky, Sam, Natasha, and Joaquin are the five-person team of game engineers for the SHIELD Gaming company.

Additional Notes: Thank you @vonalyn for reading this for coherency. Gamer graphic by @sgt-seabass. Dedicated to my co-conspirator for "A Very Horny Monday to You All..." @biteofcherry for our first week of mischief - she chose the theme 'oral quickies.' We can all lovingly blame her for this!

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2am.

Two fucking a-m.

Joaquin just grinned.

This was not the week any of them wanted or expected, and he certainly didn't want this to ever be the norm. But running off adrenaline, catching only a few hours of sleep (if he was lucky), lots of Red Bull, and late-night food orders to make up for what the typical in-house kitchen wasn't covering was something he couldn't deny was an experience.

Teams all across SHIELD Gaming had been and still were working around the clock to get the shelved-for-later Deep Shadow Conditions mode back into the release SHIELD was going to submit to the first party platforms for approval in just a few days. Marketing, story, game engineering, testers… everyone. It was a rush, pushing the limits for this short period of time, but they were close to pulling off a triumph with embedding Deep Shadow. Joaquin had loved the pitch for that aspect when it was originally floated, they had initiated the development, but then a couple of the execs had said to push it back to the next release. Fury had called the audible and said they needed to put it back in to top what HYDRA was developing with Project Insight. But Joaquin had always known Deep Shadow would really push them miles past everything else coming out right now.

That’s why he didn’t mind pulling these insane hours to get the work done with the rest of the engineers.

And he certainly didn’t mind this.

He had no problem leaning back against the wall of the women’s restroom, jeans unzipped, Natasha poised between his legs, and her pretty lips around his cock, deep throating him.

Fuck she looked so good like that. They hadn’t had enough time together since the Deep Shadow blitz, and he was so glad she’d pulled him into the bathroom right now. Her left hand was anchored on his hip, and the other was reaching up his shirt, roving over his abs and chest as his threaded into her hair, holding her head at the base of her skull. He was letting her control the pace and how much of his length she took in for now, just holding her, feeling that connection.

Joaquin had been under no illusion in the beginning that this absolute goddess who was ten years his senior had only been flirting with him because it was fun and had no intentions beyond more than maybe a night or two tumbling in bed together. But he’d had a hunch they could have more, that he wanted more, and categorically convinced her they were worth a shot.

He worshipped her but challenged her in a way no one else did. He knew that’s why she’d even started flirting with him, appreciating that he could go round for round with her sass, her sarcasm, and her saucy comments without getting flustered or cocky and the rest of their conversation – work and casual – had rolled along so easily like they’d been working together for years after only a few weeks.

Now they were eight months into an officially-disclosed-to-HR relationship – but not to their team because they did not need Cap, Sam, or Bucky in their business. Work was work, and until tonight, the physical had stayed outside of HQ.

It spoke to how little time they’d had together that they were here right now.

And he was just as hungry for her as she was for him.

Joaquin took over and pulled her head down slowly on him, drawing Nat down to take all of him, the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat, then gently nudging further down her esophagus. She moaned around him, her hands flexing against him. “You always take me so well, Romanov.”

He knew she loved this. She was a cocky little minx and so loved the praise. In response she sunk the rest of the way down his cock. He groaned in ecstasy. Love this.

“Fuck, I could stay here with you on my dick until your legs give out.”

She tightened her grip on his hip.

“But I wanna fuck this pretty throat of yours, babe.”

A small noise from her as she stayed just as she was, their eyes locked on each other.

“That’s what you really wanted, isn’t it?”

Those lust-blown green eyes told him everything, and he grinned wickedly down at her. Abruptly twisting them around to place her on her knees with her back against the wall, he made sure she was secure before asking, "Ready for me?"

She hummed again.

He smirked. “Desperate for me?”

A growl this time.

He laughed. “Me, too, babe.” He brushed his thumb over her cheek, one more tender moment, then he slowly pulled out until only the head of the cock was the only thing she had her lips around. She sucked hard, hollowing her cheeks, and swirled her tongue over the leaking tip of him. “Oh, you’re so fucking good. Love that talented tongue. But now you’re really gonna take me.”

She nodded, eyes blazing with heat. He moved his right hand to cradle her cheek and jawline as he leaned his left forearm against the wall to brace himself, and then he thrust back into her wet mouth. He continued, pistoning his hips in and out, brutally but not recklessly. She clung to his shirt, his hips, anything from moment to moment. Her eyes watered, then the tears started to spill, and he groaned. “So pretty for me like this. Those gorgeous tears falling for me, just like you fall apart for me.”

And then he just focused on the feel of her around his cock, the heat, the sounds of him sliding in and out, her whimpers and moans. The frenzy built and then he spilled into her mouth and down her throat, hips stuttering to a stop, and she held him there in place, swallowing every bit of him until he was done. She pulled her mouth off him with a deliberately audible pop, smug, beautiful goddess that she was.

She slid up between his heaving chest and the wall, brushing her lips against his jaw with soft, playful kisses. “Like that?”

“Love that,” he corrected. “Bet your cunt’s a hot, drippy mess for me, isn’t she?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” she teased before claiming his lips in a kiss, tangling their tongue so he could taste the evidence of his spend, and pushing her pelvis up against him.

“Meet back here in an hour?”

“Fuck, I’m hoping we can convince them there’s nothing more to do tonight and get out of here in the next hour. Then you’re taking me home to fuck me in your bed properly.”

He laughed, “Anything for my Natalia.”

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mannien · 2 years

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Recon the Power

Happy Birthday @real-jane ! I’ve been working on this piece way past your Birthday in my time zone, but I know that it’s still your day back where you are from, so please - accept my most honest and best wishes! 🥳 I made it a goal to publish something for your challenge on your Birthday, to celebrate you and give you a little gift from me. I went definitely overboard and wrote much more than I intended. It’s also the first time I’ve written anything in a while, so it may be a little rusty and faulty here and there. But it’s made with love, curiosity, and passion - just like I see your works! Mine is all over the place, but that’s how I am now. I hope I can edit it someday and show you some progress! Please accept my entry for your Escape Challenge. I hope it will not be the only entry, and that it just sparked my creativity.

Pairing: TFATWS!Bucky x OC!Leah Novak, Sam Wilson x Leah (platonically)

Word count: 4k

Summary: Bucky, Sam and Leah (witch!OC) attend a socialite Halloween Party to get intel about the Power Broker.

Warnings: blood, cobwebs, descriptions of Halloween decor, smut (allusions to sex, fingering, dry humping), death, some violence, alcohol, adult themes

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None of them were heading into the most elitist Halloween party by choice, but the name Power Broker among the rumoured guests was too hard to pass. The task seemed simple: find the snitch who gave the Madripoor’s ruler leverage over governors and senators that played key roles in the upcoming military distribution of the US forces. Sam and Joaquin called it a simple recon, Bucky swore on his arm that they will become political puppets soon, and Leah willingly tagged along, promising that it’s just a precaution measure.

Hotel Royal was a private property in New Jersey, owned by the former mayor. It was known for its seasonal banquets and themed parties for politicians, executives, and celebrities. In essence, the place reeked of money, gossip, and underground exchanges of power. It made them all hesitate before leaving the car and leaving it with Torres, who was supposed to be their eyes of the inside, and surrounding area during their stay. The three was left with nothing but a long red carpet stretching into the reception desk.

They checked into a large suite on the third floor. The large, golden number 33 on the door was smeared with fake blood, and the doorknob sprayed with sticky webs that would make Spider-Man roll his eyes in embarrassment. The room itself, just like the whole hotel, looked like the time stopped in the golden era of elite cocktail parties. Dark wood furniture, golden handles, patterned walls and Parisian windows would make it a good romantic spot for a weekend getaway, only if it wasn’t crowded with the money laundering underground societies. The charm would still be there with the fake pumpkins on the tables, but Sam decided to lay out his tactical gear on the couch before dressing up. So much for a cute room from époque.

“Remember, this is just to get information. We’re not engaging until absolutely necessary,” Sam’s decisive voice echoed through the suite, reaching down to the bathroom and the second room. Bucky walked back to him, buttoning his black shirt. “Eat, talk, be all ears.”

“You don’t have to remind me what a recon is.”

“I know. I wasn’t talking to you.” He nodded pointedly to the bathroom, when the makeup bag landed on the floor with a moderate thump.

“If this is an easy recon, then why Torres is lurking around the building and we’re wearing those tiny earbuds?” she fixed her lipstick and pulled up the dress from around her hips, trying to squeeze through it and not rip it.

“They’re called comms, Leah,” Sam was putting on his shiny black shoes that would - the kind that would get him into a ballroom dance competition.

“She knows that.” Bucky’s mumble was shortly followed by her confirmation.

“I know, Sam.”

He shook his head in disbelief at the childish exchange and fixed his shoelaces.

“Relax. We know the drill,” Bucky patted his shoulder. The tight-lipped smile was the most encouragement he could muster, but that was enough for his friend. “now, give me that tiny earbud.”

Sam sent him a look and exhaled heavily at Bucky’s mocking chuckle. They set up the communication channel with Joaquin and put their looks together with shiny cufflinks, shirts nicely fitted into their waistbands, and spritzes of cologne.

She rarely had the opportunity to dress up like this. Face accentuated by light makeup, hair nicely tucked away from her face with two golden bobby pins, and that body-tight dress; the faux-leather corset-like middle hugged her nicely, making her breasts curve just right. The bottom looked like a black princess gown, but cut off just below her ass. It was flowing with dark, delicate fabrics that jumped over the swell of her bum. Her body looked hellishly good in that dress, and Bucky’s mind repeated that statement to himself when he saw her appear in the doorframe.

“Could you help me zip it?” Her timid voice was such a contrast to the way she looked, that even Sam raised his eyebrow in curiosity.

Bucky put away his phone and walked up to her immediately, not even paying attention to the teasing look that their friend served them. She stood with her back to him, already half-zipped, so not too much of her was revealed. He struggled a little with the fastening, scrunching his eyebrows in the meantime.

“Are you sure it’s not…”

“What?”

“It’s not uh…” he stuttered a little, trying to find the right words that wouldn’t offend her clothing choice. “too tight?”

They both paused for a heartbeat, and Leah listened intently into the nervousness that started crawling out of his mind. She bit her lip and shook her head gently.

“No, it fits. Just pull it up a bit more.” She instructed, but Bucky hesitated. He held the hem between his fingers and looked down, eyeing her bottom carefully as it slid through the material.

“Pull it up? Doll, if I pull it up, your whole bottom will be out.” He protested, not even caring about using the pet name in front of Sam. When he heard her groan, he obeyed, and zipped up the dress and fastened the little clasp on top of it.

Leah let out a small ‘thank you’ and shimmied about in the dress, fitting it comfortably around her. She pulled on the back to check how long it is and confidently pushed it up an inch more, covering more of her cleavage.

“Where, uh…” He cleared his throat, lowering his voice. It caught her attention and made her look up, fixing her gaze on his wide blue eyes. “where did you get this?”

“Why? You like it?” Leah’s voice was barely above a whisper, smiling wickedly at his stoic face that started to break with each look down her body. There was a tint of pink spreading over his cheeks. She could feel the warmth that was building up in his mind; she didn’t have to read his feelings to know that he liked it.

“Alright, that’s it. We’re leaving now.” Sam waved at them and opened the door to the suite, inviting them both to walk out with him.

Bucky passed Leah her comms and waited as she left the room first, making sure nothing was left behind. He walked up to Sam, pursing his lips at the proud smirk adorning his friend’s face.

“Please use the room farthest from the door. I don’t wanna hear it.”

By the time they made it to the ground floor, the party was in full swing. The main hall was covered in dark drapes, singular tables stood out with crimson tablecloths and crystal cutlery. The bar was visibly flowing with the fake smoke; waiters and bartenders were wearing either grim makeup, or a tad-too-revealing costumes. Politicians occupied the tall tables near the stage, where frighteningly flexible gymnasts showed off their skills on poles and hoops. The few lounge areas smelled of cigars and heavily poured whiskey. The whole floor was decorated with bloody signs, warning tapes, and random limbs of mannequins hanging on the walls.

“I didn’t know Jersey’s senators would be into hardcore Halloween themes.” Leah’s mumble resonated in their comms. Nobody said anything in response, as they continued to stare at the bizarre décor of the place. They passed a group of A-list celebrities who were filming it and taking candid photos of the party; clad in equally form-fitting clothes, with glasses already half-empty.

A few bystanders looked at the three with curious eyes; they weren’t necessarily hiding and did not wear their tactical uniforms. For some, such sight would be news-worthy. Bucky cursed himself for not wearing his leather gloves – the golden strokes over his fingers glistened under the dim lights and caught attention of those who knew of his past. He moved his hand nervously in an out of a fist, searching desperately for his pocket to hide his left hand. Just when he was clenching his jaw for the first time that night, Leah’s palm gently wrapped around his bionic arm, silently asking him to bend it, so that he could have her wrapped around it. She lifted up a corner of her lips when he looked at her, and saw through her action – she was calming him down. Leah eased the tension and let go of the tightly knotted nervousness. She worked her magic on him.

They walked some more around the main room, taking in their surroundings and the guests that arrived. Governors chatted with art collectors; philanthropists made silent deals with influencers and valuable personas.

“Guys, ten o’clock, a few gang leaders from Madripoor.” Bucky’s eyes wandered to the target offered quietly by Torres. Leah looked the other way, plastering an empty smile to her face as some performers mixed with the crowd.

“I’m gonna go mingle.” He returned a fake smile and squeezed Leah’s palm, before wandering off.

She swayed her hips a bit more to the heavy bass of music. Walking closer to Sam, she was about to offer him a drink, when her train of thoughts was blocked by someone’s heavy intention to talk. She saw the local governor making his way down to Sam, ready to shake his hand generously and congratulate on the latest achievements.

“I’ll be at the bar.” Her soft voice left him with an overly excited, slightly intoxicated politician.

The bartenders must have been paid extra, because the fire and fake blood were interchangeably accompanying each order. She found an empty barstool to sit and straightened up her back, to catch attention of the Dracula pouring another round of bloody Mary for a tech mogul’s wife.

“What can I get you?” He offered her a little bowl of pretzels and lit up a tealight next to her.

“Gin and tonic. Make it sweet.”

While the bartender was fixing her drink, Leah looked around. Sam was nowhere to be found, the crowd even busier than minutes before. It made it difficult for her to read people’s feelings clearer, so she tried to listen in more.

A creeping wave of anxiety, covered deeply by chemically altered excitement, beamed out of the short, dark-haired guy. He kept on circling his tall beer glass, as he allowed the girl next to him chat him up. He laughed at something the pretty blonde said, but he wasn’t focused on her. He kept on checking his watch and taking small, but continuous sips of his drink.

Leah wanted to read more into this, but the Dracula offered her the drink and made a show out of it, sprinkling it with edible glitter. She smiled thankfully and took a sip, admittedly impressed by the taste. She drank a bit more before turning back into focus, but her perception became clouded by the commotion in the other side of the room. Someone picked up a fight, but it quickly died down as security came out of nowhere, fully stocked with weapons to scare everyone off. The show of power resonated through the room, and the fear among the patrons dissolved quickly with fresh rounds of drinks and other refreshments.

When she turned back to the stress-drinker, he was gone. With sweet concoction in one hand, Leah stood up from the bar and tried to focus. She circled the drinking area and kept her eyes open, looking for that mop of hair and overpriced watch. She thought she saw him near the exit, welcoming someone in, but a group of laughing girls crossed her path and broke the connection. She backed off to an emptier side of the room and played with her hair, while saying,

“Torres, brown hair, short male. Sat three seats to the left from me at the bar, just came up to the entrance.”

“On it. Give me some time, let me know if you see him again.”

It went on like this for some time. She walked around, nursing her glittery drink and looking around for anything suspicious. Some people would walk up to her, chat about nothing and share empty excitement over the party. At one point, Sam’s head flashed in-between the swaying bodies. She got closer, watching carefully as a few senators shook his hand and exchanged pleasantries with Captain America in civil clothing. She rolled her eyes at the overload of testosterone emanating from them, so leaving Sam with their attention was the best choice for now. He was just fine.

Finding Bucky was a little more difficult. The mobsters changed their seats and were moving about, making it harder to navigate which group sucked him in. The last spot she hasn’t checked before was the secluded area with velvet lounges, where the skimpy dressed gymnasts came in, but didn’t leave for a while. She downed her drink and walked towards the little corridor.

Before she could turn the corner, a familiar, female voice resonated from the side. Leah could swear she knew that tone; she couldn’t make up the face, but her mind screamed at her to follow it. She pushed the heavy curtain and took a step inside, trying to be subtle and quiet. What she didn’t expect though, was the strong arm pulling her back forcefully, backing her to the main hall swiftly. Her brain didn’t warn her of any danger lurking behind, so she turned on her heels to be met with Bucky’s heavy gaze.

“I wouldn’t go there.” His low whisper was confident enough that Leah didn’t question him. He gestured with his head to the other way of the room and lead her away, making them blend in with the crowd again.

They found the bar with the same Dracula for a bartender, and Bucky pushed his way through enough to locate an empty bar stool for her. He gestured Leah to sit down, as he leaned on the counter and waved the bartender over to make an order.

She spent a minute taking him in. His suit still crisp and without a wrinkle on the shirt, face hard yet a tad softer, when he turned to her. She swore to limit her use of powers on him to bare minimum, so she didn’t read his emotions. She allowed him be, order them a drink each, and make himself busy for a moment.

“You good?” She asked finally.

Bucky took a swing from the beer glass and licked his lips from the excess foam that gathered around his lips. Absentmindedly, he nodded, looking around before speaking.

“Sharon Carter is here. She’s doing a dodgy business with some jocks, I don’t even know who they are. I don’t want to know. There are people involved.”

That made sense. Leah connected the dots and could hear the voice that she heard moments before; it definitely was the toxic blonde that hid more behind her fake smile, than one would have imagined.

“What are you thinking?” She searched for his eyes. He wouldn’t look at her at first, so she reached up with her palm to touch his cheek gently. It got his attention and made him return the look of concern, locking their gazes in a heavy stare.

“The short guy that Leah paid attention to, he invited Sharon Carter in. She was on the list, so, nothing out of ordinary here. Keep looking.”

Torres’s voice never did sound more annoying. Back to square one.

It was past midnight when they reunited with Sam. The whole evening, he was held up by senators and influential figures, all of which were stakeholders of the military programs. He fished for intel, for anyone to sell any lead as to why the Power Broker would want the US military to be involved in their business, but to no success. He made a few friends that potentially could spill a rare detail in the future, but nothing that would help them find the snitch during the party.

They waited out until the main show would slow down. Sam joined their private pity party with Dracula the bartender, and they just watched. A few people would come up to them to say their goodbyes, but Leah wasn’t even sure who they were. Her mind went on a road trip across the whole room again, scanning everyone and everything around. She was focusing so hard that the plastic straw she was holding, broke between her fingers. She let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding, and gently massaged her forehead.

“Hey, you alright?” Sam nudged her in the ribs, and then looked over her head at Bucky.

“Yeah. I’ve been feeling a lot, but never releasing it. It gets heavy.” She mumbled with a groan, closing her eyes for a second.

“You guys go upstairs for a while, get some quiet time. I’ll keep watching,” he nodded toward the exit. “Torres, you still there?”

“All eyes and ears, man.” The connection was still strong, but Joaquin was just quieter, probably more bored and tired with each passing hour.

“Alright. Keep us posted.”

Bucky stood up and took Leah’s hand, pulling her away from the dirty countertop and making her walk away with him. Some security guards nodded at them, almost as if they knew them personally. They stepped into the small elevator and waited patiently for the faulty door to close behind them. She then leaned into him, resting her forehead on his shoulder and letting out a heavy breath. He held her waist and massaged it gently, for reassurance. The elevator stopped at their floor with a little bell sound, and so they walked in silence into their suite.

They left the room clean, and it calmed her senses. They lit up all of the lights and pulled the drapes over the windows. Leah took off her high heels in the middle of the room, not caring about the mess she was leaving behind anymore. Her head was pounding with sudden silence that hit her mind. A shocking wave of unexpected peace made her shudder with relief. She threw herself onto the nearest bed, breathing in the softness of the mattress. She turned on her side to watch him move around the room; he took of his suit jacket and sat down at the couch across from her, legs spread wide comfortably, head resting on the back cushion.

The boiling power bubbled inside of her – her body always sought harmony. She did not use her power physically today, so the accumulated feelings were overflowing. Her eyes were shining with the icy blue hue, making her attention span shift significantly.

She crawled up from bed and slowly made her way to Bucky. He watched her carefully, trying to understand her and her needs. She climbed over his lap, hugging his hips with her thighs. Leah leaned in, resting her forehead on his, locking their gazes in a silent stare off. His hands wandered to her hips, holding her steadily, but lovingly. He massaged her body, trying to ease any discomfort that her body might feel. In return, she leaned down to kiss him on the lips sweetly. Their mouths moved in sync, creating a steady rhythm that started to sway their entire bodies. He knew what she needed and he was more than willing to help her out.

Cold, metal hand palmed her ass cheek. It easily brushed over the delicate material of the dress, making his fingers slip across her body with ease. He repetitively squeezed the firm flesh beneath her clothing, which made her move her hips in unison with his gentle pushes. His harsh tugs on her butt made her grind over his groin, earning a hearty moan out of her throat.

Tight dress slowly hiked up her ass and gave him easy access to the heat of her skin; he released it and quickly grabbed it again, catching it mid-jiggle and making a loud, slapping sound. She kept on moving her hips, feeling her core warm up and soak her panties. Sloppy kisses were interrupted by sudden breath intakes and impatient moans. The steady movement of her hips helped her find the growing bulge in his pants. When she started moving along its length, she let go of his lips with a smack and started kissing his cheek, jaw, and neck. Shamelessly grinding over him, she took a hold of the collar of his shirt and unbuttoned the very top of it. Leah sucked and bit lightly on his neck, not getting enough of the taste of his skin.

Bucky pulled at her panties and moved them to the side, dipping his hand between her ass cheeks and lower. She moaned loudly, feeling the slick wetness leave her core.

“Fuck, baby” Leah almost sobbed, feeling her powers tickle her nervous system. Each movement was more electric and bringing her greater ecstasy. She needed him to touch her, love her, kiss her, and fill her.

“What do you need, doll? Tell me.” He mumbled in between their hot kisses. They were all spit and tongue, teeth clashing when Bucky dipped a finger into her.

She whimpered, stilling her movements as he worked her up. She shook with the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and much needed release.

“Tell me, baby, what do you need?” He pulled out his finger and squeezed her ass.

Too stunned to speak, with shaky hands she reached down to his pants, doing her best to undo his belt and unzip it. She held up her hips to have easier access, fumbling with the zipper and quickly pushing her fingers through the waistband of his boxers. He stopped her by grabbing her wrists in one hand.

“Talk to me,” Bucky made her look down at him, scanning through each other’s faces with attention. “I’ll give you the world, but just talk to me. Just like you make me talk.”

Tears welled up in her eyes; she was overloaded with emotions; her mind powers took a toll on her and she just needed to release it. She couldn’t start shooting up her magic just because she felt like it, so she had to get rid of the heaviness of it all.

“I love you, James,” She kissed him on the lips and looked him straight in his blue orbs, making hers lit up. “I love you so much, and I need you to make me feel so good, that I can forget about everybody’s pain for a moment.”

He smiled with this warm, adoring expression. His face was sparklingly beautiful and looked only at her, nothing else.

What happened next, neither of them expected. Leah was so focused on getting rid of her emotional overload, that she blocked everything else. The lights suddenly switched off, the room drowned in uneasy darkness.

“Sam?” Bucky’s expression hardened, his arms held Leah tighter against his chest.

“The power’s out here too. Joaquin, anything?”

The only thing that Bucky could make out in the room were her eyes. They shone their delicate blue hue, grounding him in distress.

“You have incoming from the main entrance. I can’t scan them, so brace yourselves.”

“Are you gonna be okay?” He whispered to her, not sure how much of their conversation would be muted from Sam and Torres’s comms.

She nodded rapidly, but did so while rapidly wiping at her cheeks. She was letting go of the feelings through heavy tears. Bucky held her by the cheeks and pressed a hard kiss to her lips.

“I love you and I will take care of you, alright?” She nodded in understanding, but sniffed uncontrollably.

They helped each other fix their clothing and blindly search for their weapons. Bucky left the room first, listening in to any sounds on their floor that would suggest any danger. Leah let the blue sparks circle around her fingers, ready to burst up in magical flames to protect them. She lit up the corridor with the blue swirls of energy and followed Bucky down the stairs.

Leah stopped Bucky from leaving the staircase, pointing to the side where she could feel a few people running. They waited out the unwanted company and entered the ground floor, where they saw the backs of the group running away. The one person that turned their way for a split second was the tall blonde, clutching her gun tightly.

“Sharon…” Leah mumbled, looking at her intently, and in disbelief.

Bucky was already ahead of her, kneeling beside a body of a middle-aged man.

“Torres, call 911. One man down.”

“Two more near the bar.” Sam’s heavy voice resonated in their ears, and Leah couldn’t stop the incoming stream of awareness. She kept looking back to where Sharon disappeared into the darkness, feeling the surge of feelings left behind in the air. Her tired mind was swimming fast in the depths of her power, and it helped her understand:

“She’s the Power Broker.”

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kurokoros · 5 years

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howling for you | sp x oc

Title: howling for you

Rated: M (a/b/o smut)

Words: ~4K

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Jones!OC

Summary: Sweet Pea may be Alpha, but she’s never been Omega material.

AN: This is my first go at an a/b/o dynamic fic. There is knotting. There is dirty talk. You have been warned. I may be persuaded to write another part to this if people ask nicely.

Sweet Pea knows she’s there without having to see her. As soon as she slips through the front door of the Whyte Wyrm an arc of fire floods through his veins and pools low in his abdomen. The smell of the bar, sweat and sex and cheap beer, is clouded with something sweet. His pupils dilate. The pool cue hits the ball too hard, sending it rocketing off the side as his misses his shot.

Before Fangs or Joaquin can say anything he’s straightening from the pool table and storming across the room, the other Serpents not daring to get in his way. Before she can get far, his big hand latches around her wrist and she lets him drag her to the far corner of the room, away from the bar and the crowd around the pool table.

Jubilee gasps as his hands slam against the wall on either side of her, boxing her in as he leans down, breath hot against her ear. “What the fuck are you doing here like this?” he snaps, angling his body to keep her out of sight of the prying eyes from the rest of the pack. This close her scent is even stronger, sweet and intoxicating, honey and vanilla and jasmine. There’s something else there too, something thick and heady: arousal. And he’s not the only one who can smell it.

She peers up at him through thick, dark eyelashes, her amber eyes alight with mischief. “I’m just having a little fun.” Sweet Pea’s gaze swirls with something dark and his jaw clenches, his teeth grinding together. Jubilee rises up on her toes, heels giving her a boost as her lips press against his jaw, ghosting his flesh. Her hands slip beneath his jacket and flannel, her fingertips dipping beneath the black shirt beneath to trace the heated skin of his hip. “Afraid you’ll have competition tonight?”

Sweet Pea growls, low and rough as it crawls from deep in his chest, a warning, but it’s not for her. He’d never hurt her. He’s always been aggressive, temperamental, but not with her. Not unless she wants him to be. And Jubilee has always been good at riling him up.

He may be an Alpha, but she’s never been Omega material.

And coming here now, smelling like absolute heaven, in the middle of a rut, it’s about as brazen as she could get. She’s always been a spitfire, stubborn as all hell, and he should have known she’d show up here like this, practically dripping with want—knowing it would set him off.

It’s not just him either. Every other Alpha in the room noticed as soon as she stepped into the bar, and in the past maybe some of them would have tried something, but Sweet Pea’s made his claim on her clear with blood and sweat and his scent clinging to her like a second skin and Jubilee has broken enough bones to ward off anyone trying to touch her without permission.

That doesn’t stop them from looking.

Another low sound rumbles in the back of his throat as her lips move to his neck and the tattoo there, not quite kissing him. “Come on, Doll.” Sweet Pea wets his lips and drops one hand from the wall near her head so that his fingers are teasing her upper thigh, flirting with the hem of her dress. “You know better than that.” He noses at her, drinking in her scent. Usually it would calm him, but right now all he wants it to drag her into the bathroom and fuck her hard, make everyone in this bar remember that she’s his and he’s hers.

A shiver wracks her as his hand creeps higher up her leg, his fingers stroking the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. There’s an ache already forming between her legs, a heat pooling in her stomach, and when he chuckles against her ear she bites her lip.

Sweet Pea leans back and almost groans at the sight of her, all smoky eyes and burgundy lips caught between her teeth. Her dress is short and black and hugs ever curve of her. Her arousal only grows as he looks at her, eyes dark with want.

Her head cocks to the side and her expression becomes coy. “Maybe you should remind me.” Her fingertips slide along his sides, lifting the hem of his shirt just enough to reveal the enticing shape of his hip bones.

He shudders as he imagines her mouth on him. “You’re playing a dangerous game, sweetness,” he warns her, clucking his tongue.

Her smile turns wicked and she feigns slipping out from under him, but he’s quick to pin her between him and the wall again, careful not to hurt her. She inhales sharply as he crams his knee between her legs and grinds his thigh against her. Jubilee’s fingers fist in his shirt and he swallows down a moan at the way her arousal flairs, practically dripping from her.

He’s hard and hot against her thigh and Sweet Pea rolls against her lazily, soaking in the soft sounds slipping from her. His mouth is on her then, his teeth scrapping against her neck. Sweet Pea suckles on her skin, working hickeys down the length of her neck as a reminder.

The rest of the bar ignores them, for the most part. They wouldn’t be the first couple to hook up at the Wyrm, hell this wouldn’t be the first time they’ve had a quick fuck in the back, but even now Sweet Pea can feel the curious gazes of some of the younger members, drawn in by her scent.

Possessiveness flares in his chest that isn’t usually there and he rocks his knee harder against her sensitive heat, drawing a strangled gasp from Jubilee. That dark, animalistic part of him wants them to watch as he gets her off with nothing but his mouth on her neck and his thigh crammed between her legs, wants them to see how good he makes her feel as she whimpers and moans his name, her thighs quivering around him.

He could take her right here, bend her over the pool table and fuck her until she can’t walk.

His teeth dig into her shoulder a little too hard and her hips jerk against his. “Sweets,” she pants. The hands on his chest are suddenly flat palms pushing him away. “Sweet Pea, stop.” It comes out quiet, just loud enough for him to hear, and he stills against her, mouth leaving her with a wet pop as he comes back to his senses an apology already on his tongue. Jubilee is grasping at him then, her hands gentle against his face, reassuring. “Not here,” she says, and then, “take me home.”

They barely make it through into the house before he’s shoving her up against the front door, his chest pressed against her back and his bulge grinding against her ass, big and imposing even through the layers of their clothes.

It’s almost embarrassing how loudly she moans at being manhandled.

“Sweets,” she chokes out, trying to rock her hips back against his, desperate for friction. Being this close to him is making the ache between her legs unbearable and her stomach twists as he rolls against her, but it’s not enough.

His face is pressed against her hair again, then her neck. He huffs, breathing deeply. “You smell so fucking good,” he mumbles, lips hot on her neck. Jubilee trembles beneath him, wet and wanting as his hands slam against the wall on either side of her.

It’s suffocating in the best way. He’s hard and hot against her ass, hands boxing her in, and her back is on fire where he’s pressed against her. He’s so much bigger than her and she whimpers at the thought of him fucking her from behind, making her beg for it.

He’s thinking the same thing, picturing her trembling and clenching around his cock, his cum dripping from her, too spent to do anything but scream his name as her eyes roll back.

“Sweet Pea, please.”

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he asks her again, hands on her thighs, hiking her dress up higher. “Coming into the bar like this, a wet, dripping mess in the middle of a rut.” Sweet Pea slips a hand between her legs and traces her slit through her flimsy, lacy panties. She moans, hips rocking into his hand. He shoves her underwear to one side, two fingers teasing her drenched folds until she’s squirming and whining.

“Needed you,” she chokes out, breathing heavily. Her forearms are braced against the door, her temple resting against the cool metal. He doesn’t enter her, but god she wishes he would. The heat is almost unbearable. She’s already drenched and he’s barely touched her. She’s sweat-slicked, and the moonlight pouring in through the window makes her glow like some kind of goddess. “I tried, but—” His fingers drag against her clit and the raw pleasure makes her shudder. Sweet Pea gropes at her ass with his other hand, her dress bunched up around her hips. “Your hands are better,” she finishes.

The image of her touching herself is what makes him snap.

He chuckles, low and throaty and hot against her ear. “You wanna play dirty, baby?” His hand cracks against her ass in a sharp slap that makes her yelp. The sting only lasts a second and he soothes her reddening skin with a soft caress. The chill of his rings is a delicious contrast to the heat of his palm. “Lets play dirty.”

Sweet Pea’s hand leaves her aching center and he yanks her around again, barely giving her a moment to breathe as he slams her back against the door and grabs her thighs hard enough to bruise. He lifts her easily, she’s so tiny, and presses her back against the door. His mouth is on hers instantly, swallowing the breathy, mewling sounds coming from Jubilee, who locks her legs around his hips.

She arches into his chest, grasps at his shoulders, his arms, yanks at his hair until he’s snarling against her. Her hips are grinding into his and she gasps each time the button on his jeans catches on her clit through her underwear, the sensation of the cold metal foreign.

It’s all teeth and tongue as he carries her through the dark room. Sweet Pea only parts from her long enough to yank that tight, black dress over her head and toss it on the floor. Jubilee’s fingers tangle in his hair, tugging harshly as he drops her down on a smooth, cool surface. The table.

Sweet Pea rips away from her, his hand pressed flat against her back, his heat leeching into her skin. The palm of his hand drags up her spine until his fingers find the clasp of her bra, a pretty lacy thing that matches her panties. He looks down at her, appraising, and his cock twitches at the sight of her, lips swollen and eyes hooded, pupils blown wide with arousal. Jubilee’s chest heaves, strapless bra barely covering her breasts. Her legs are spread wide for him, her underwear damp, and she’s practically shaking with need.

Seeing her like this, so wet and ready for him, only makes him harder and he grits his teeth to keep from moaning.

The snaps on her flimsy bra give away easily beneath his strength, and she gasps as he tears it from her, tossing it aside like her dress. The cool air causes her nipples to peak and Jubilee bites her lip, unsure what he’s going to do next.

The calluses on his fingers are rough and she keens as he tweaks her nipple, rolling it between his fingers before palming her breast. It fits perfectly in his hand, soft and smooth, and he’s oddly gentle as he leans down and kisses her chest. Sweet Pea squeezes her breast and rubs her nipple as he leaves another dark bruise on the top of her breast.

Jubilee sighs and arches into his chest, her eyes fluttering shut.

His hand slipping back beneath her underwear to tease her dripping slit, his fingers becoming slick. Her scent grows, clouding his senses. Honey and vanilla and jasmine. His jeans have become painfully constricting, and he snarls as her face contorts with pleasure when his thumb rolls over her clit.

He wets his lips. “What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, rubbing her clit harder. She rolls up against him and he grabs her hip with his free hand, keeping her firmly in place.

She pants out a soft, “you,” and he chuckles.

“Cute.” Sweet Pea purses his lips, amusement fading away. He pinches her clit and she squeals. The hand in her panties slips away. Leaning down, he presses his mouth against her exposed ear, a low warning in his voice. “Jubilee, tell me what you want or I’ll stop.” It’s almost too much, thinking about leaving her aching for him.

With a groan she complies, a desperate need for him coiling in her stomach. She’s wound tight and ready to burst. Jubilee’s hands tug at his hair again. “I want you to fuck me with your big, hard cock,” she tells him. And then, because she’s never been easily submissive, she leans in until her lips ghost against his and teasingly adds, “Alpha.”

Growling, Sweet Pea backs away from her. “Turn around and put your hands on the table.”

He’s done playing.

When she doesn’t comply fast enough, Sweet Pea yanks her off the table and shoves her down. The hard edge of the table digs into her belly, the wood cool against her front, and the rough treatment only makes her keen and jerk back against him as he ruts against her ass.

“Don’t move,” he demands, a snarl mixed in with his words as he hooks his fingers around her panties and pulls them down her thighs. They pool on the floor by her feet.

Jubilee bites her lip, cheek pressed against the table. She can’t see him from the angle, but the clanking of metal behind her makes her breath catch. Sweet Pea practically rips at his belt, nearly tearing the leather before he pops the button on his jeans.

He groans as his hot hand wraps around his cock, stroking slowly and smearing the thick fluid beading at the tip as he presses against her from behind. Both of his hands grip her waist and he yanks her back. Her ass hits his hips with a muted slap and Jubilee moans as his cock slides between her thighs, rubbing her clit. The sensation of him grinding against her, covering his cock in her slick, makes her sob. A shier runs down her spine.

“Oh fuck,” she breathes, “Sweet Pea, please.”

He doesn’t keep her waiting. Sweet Pea thrusts up against her, thick cock spreading her lower lips as he shoves deep inside. There’s a moment of pause as they both get used to the feeling.

Sweet Pea leans down, chest pressed to her back, and she shudders at the skin on skin feeling, electricity prickling between them. The heat of him presses along her spine as Sweet Pea looms over her, growling against her ear as he trails wet kisses along her flushed skin. He noses her neck sweetly, then her exposed cheek.

And then he starts to fuck her.

She’s already on the edge by his second thrust. The wet sound of his cock pounding into her makes her eyes roll, and she moans each time his hips slap against her ass. He drives himself into her, cock hard and hot and perfect as he grinds against her sweet spot with each thrust. Sweat builds on her back as he slides over her.

“Such a good girl,” he’s telling her between harsh thrusts. “You’re so wet, baby. You feel so fucking good around me.”

One hand slips around her hips to roll against her swollen clit. Jubilee sobs and twitches beneath him, hips jerking back against his. She whimpers his name and rocks back against his hard cock as he murmurs nonsense praises against her hair. “That’s it, Doll, just like that.”

It’s all she can do to keep breathing each time his thick length fills her from behind, stretching her wide for him. Her wet walls clench around his length with each rough thrust, but Sweet Pea never slows.

He rolls her clit between her fingers and she’s pulled taut as a sudden climax crashes over her. It slams the breath from her lungs and she chokes on his name, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasure that coils in her gut and snaps.

Sweet Pea doesn’t stop fucking her. His fingers don’t slow and it’s all too much but not enough all at once. She’s a twitching, dripping mess and he just keeps fucking into her from behind, huffing against her neck and snarling.

A hand fists in her hair and she screams as she’s yanked backwards. Her back curves off the table, her sweaty palms sliding against the slick surface beneath her. Sweet Pea’s hand leaves her oversensitive clit and slides up her stomach slowly. He palms her breast again, nipping at her ear as he guides her head back against his chest.

She whimpers when he rolls her nipple between his thumb and finger. “You gonna cum for me again, Jubilee?” There are teeth on her neck and she’s panting like she’s in heat as he fucks her fast and brutal. “Gonna cum on my cock like a needy little bitch?”

In response she clamps down around him, writhing and sobbing beneath him. “Yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, Sweet Pea, yes.” She’s so far gone at this point, it’ll only take a few more precise rolls of his hips to make her come undone beneath him. “You’re so fucking big.”

The base of his cock starts to swell, and the knot grinds against her clit with every harsh thrust. Jubilee inhales sharply, so close to coming again. His grip shifts, hand leaving her hair to grab her throat and squeeze just enough for her to feel it. There’s a hitch in her breathing and Sweet Pea grins against her shoulder, muttering “that’s a good girl,” as he nips at her skin. “Fuck, if you could see yourself, all spread open for me and dripping.” His hand disappears between her thighs and the knot of tension in her gut unravels.

Jubilee comes hard on his cock for a second time, thighs shaking.

Sweet Pea lets go of her neck and pins her back against the table, covering every inch of her. His teeth dig into her shoulder at the same time he bottoms her out, hot, thick cum coating her walls as his cock swells, the knot keeping it from spilling from her spent pussy. She whimpers as his teeth pull from the curve of her shoulder.

He thrusts into her a few more times, slowing until he’s unmoving behind her.

Jubilee shivers when his lips press against the back of her neck, Sweet Pea leaving a slew of kisses down to her shoulder where a faint bruise is already forming where he bit her. They’re softer than before, sweeter, and a ragged sigh pulls from her chest as he shifts inside her, the two of them still locked together by the knot.

Knotting isn’t something that always happens, but when it does it’s more intimate, the two of them tied together like this. Sweet Pea buries his nose in her hair, drinking in her sweet scent as his hands stroke up and down her sides, nonsense praises being mumbled against her ear; Jubilee’s legs quiver, her body lax and loose from the euphoria. His hips move against hers, pressing his knot deeper inside her, and she whimpers at the small, sensitive aftershocks that ripple through her.

His palm pressed flat against her abdomen is the only thing keeping her from collapsing against the table.

The knot loosens eventually, and Sweet Pea’s cock slides from her with a slick, filthy, wet sound. Cum drips from her, sliding down her thighs and sticking to her skin, dripping onto the floor. It’s messy, they’re both sticky with sweat and fluids and the room smells overwhelmingly of sex, but the feeling of his cum dripping from inside her is absolutely erotic.

Sweet Pea presses a kiss to her temple and strokes her hip before pulling back. A low growl rumbles in his throat at the sight of his cum sliding down her quivering thighs. It’s enough to have him half-hard again, and the thought of bending her back over the table and fucking her raw again makes his cock twitch, but Jubilee whimpers, sensitive and spent, and he knows that’s not what she needs.

Reluctantly, he releases his grip on her, and Jubilee sags against the table in response, heels making her unsteady. He leaves her long enough to slip into the small kitchen and cleans himself off before grabbing a damp washcloth for her.

She’s right where he left her when he returns, slumped against the table and panting. He chuckles at the sight, fondness swelling inside his chest. A hum rumbles through him as he presses his lips to her shoulder blade, and Jubilee sighs, exhausted and content.

With a hand on her hip, he coaxes her to turn around. She’s shaky, but stays on her feet. Sweet Pea’s lips quirk upward fondly. He crouches in front of her, hands on her thighs to keep her upright in her heels. Once he’s sure her legs won’t buckle, he removes one hand from her skin.

Sweet Pea helps her out of her heels and she kicks them aside. He cleans her gently, lips against her thigh as he wipes the mess of fluids from her skin. Jubilee sighs at the feeling, her hands running through his hair absentmindedly, brushing his bangs away from his sweaty temple.

She winces as the cloth brushes against her swollen clit. “I know, baby,” he whispers, kissing her sweaty thigh.

When he’s done, Sweet Pea slides her panties back up her legs, hands on the back of her thighs as he kisses her hip, then her stomach beneath her bellybutton. He stands slowly, hands hooked under her thighs, and Jubilee is boneless against him as he lifts her off the ground. She sags against him, curling into his warmth, and he kisses her temple.

“You okay, Doll?” he asks as he sets her down on their bed. Concern is thick in his voice, and worry flickers in his eyes as he looks her over, because he can be rough and hard to handle, and she’s so small beneath him.

Jubilee only hums and curls into his side when he slips in beside her. “Yeah, Sweets,” she murmurs, rolling over to kiss his chest above his heart, limbs draped across him. “I’m good. Really good.” She’s sore and sweaty and messy, but satisfied. The ache is gone for now.

His arms wrap around her protectively and he sighs as her lips press against his jaw. “Thirty minutes and we go again?” he jokes, fingers teasing the curve of her ass and making her squirm.

She giggles and shifts so that she’s straddling his hips. He’s still half-hard beneath her, cock grinding against her thigh lazily. “You’re insatiable,” she tells him, leaning down to kiss him before he can complain. It’s slower, sweeter than before, and she pulls away reluctantly as his hands start to wander again. “Only if I get to be on top.”

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